I think I’ve sussed the present format of Strictly Come Dancing. I used to know it as a dance competition. Celebrities teamed up with professional dancers in a competition to recognise the best.
Last year it began to change. There was the retired television news reporter who stomped his way to fame by dragging his barely clad professional across the floor. He had the grace to leave the show before too many much better dancers had been eliminated.
Now ‘tis changed. It’s no longer a dance competition. It’s a rather vulgar game show where an elderly yattering politician is encouraged to make an exhibition of herself in an expressed desire to win the coveted glitterball by a sad mockery of anything approaching a sense of time and rhythm.
I feel so sorry for the others who spend hours each week aiming to perfect dazzling routines.
What we have now is deception. But it brings more publicity than the BBC could ever have hoped for. Or was it planned that way?
francis cameron, oxford, 29 november 2010
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